Caelynn Galanodel

Caelynn - Galanodel / Hornraven

Physical Description

Facial Features

Most notably are Caelynn's eyes, which are ice blue, with subtle flecks of gold. 

Identifying Characteristics

Caelynn's hair is jet black, and has white highlights that are visible, espeically so when bright rays of sunlight radiate onto her. She is remarkably beautiful, but in a subtle way. She has a quiet confidence that manifests in her physical beauty. 

Mental characteristics

Personal history

Caelynn Galanodel was born to a human mother, Mora Hornraven and a moon elf father, Adran Galanodel. Caelynn’s story begins long before her birth, in a time where secrets and anguish traced the lives of many, as the truth could hold devastating, and even deadly, consequences. Through their best efforts, Mora and Adran loved their child but their love could not protect her, even from themselves.

Mora Hornraven

Mora Hornraven was born in the cold, harsh climate of the Wrothmir region. Her father was a member of The Sólarhöll Councillorship and performed his duties as an elder, and her mother was held in high regard to those in the Wrothmïr region, due to her husband’s position. Mora’s mother was also unique as she was regarded as one of the most beautiful women in the Wrothmir region due to her unique characteristics of her jet-black hair that elicited a mysterious aura, as those of the common background often were seen with blond or red. Her absence of tattoos or piercings often created a sense of wonder to those around her. Mora’s mother was regarded in high esteem, which often contributed to her abusive behavior toward her daughter. Mora was a natural born cleric with a gift that would, one day, supersede her father. Her mother, as strikingly beautiful as she was, was also talentless and often diminished Mora, as to prevent her daughter from achieving the same status she grew accustomed to. Due to her father’s lack of involvement to intercede between her mother’s behavior and Mora’s growing self-hatred, Mora enrolled into The Dûnadaïn Conservatory when she reached adulthood. Her mother and father encouraged her to leave Wrothmïr, only to be relieved of their daughter as a burden they created.

The Dunadain Conservatory, in Merciwyne

During her time at The Dûnadaïn Conservatory, Mora excelled in her studies as a cleric but would often find difficulty maintaining relationships with other students. She often felt out-of-place and had difficulty relating to those around her. Mora kept to herself and began to grow a dislike for social encounters. She often found social encounters to be cumbersome with no benefit to herself.
In her second year, she met Adran Galanodel. She was immediately captivated by his appearance as his striking features drew her in with curiosity and awe. His kindness towards her made her feel immense discomfort. She often wondered why he pursued her, as she believed she had nothing to offer. He was a moon elf. She was a human. Their two worlds could not become intertwined. This went against the law of nature. But Adran could only think of her. Her beauty was astonishing, but her intelligence was the allure he sought. He also understood there was no real future between the two of them as he was already promised to another. But he became addicted to her. He could not forget her. They began their secret but zealous love affair that would be the love story spoken of in only legends. Except, this legend would remain untold.

Adran Galanodel

Mora never returned to Wrothmïr after she completed her studies at The Dûnadaïn Conservatory. There was nothing for her there. Adran gave her purpose, and she discovered what true love meant. Upon completion at The Dûnadaïn Conservatory, she moved to Ellelon to be closer to Adran. Understanding she could never live in Eifrandel with him, as only elves lived in this settlement, she believed she could continue her life with him at a distance. When Mora became pregnant, Adran appeared elated. Unbeknownst to Mora, Adran married an elf of position and power. Adran hid his fear and dread, as Mora was bringing his child into this world. He understood he could never be in this child’s life or truly belong to Mora. He often lied to Mora about his reasons he could not be present. They agreed to meet in the forest of Illbricht, by the ancient oak tree, the first night of each new moon. The more Mora’s belly grew, the more distant Adran became as the reality of his mistake crushed him with crippling fear and doubt. Once Mora gave life to Caelynn, Adran understood this path was over. He came to meet his daughter on the first new moon of the month she was born. He looked into her beautiful crystal blue eyes. She looked up at him and smiled. His heart shattered, as this was the first and last time he would see his daughter. She looked just like him. He loved her deeply but knew his involvement would only bring chaos and confusion to this beautiful little being.

Cofŵylhen, the ancient oak tree in Illbricht

Adran never returned to the Ancient Oak Tree. New moon after new moon, Mora would take Caelynn to sit and wait. Then sunrise would come, and they would walk back home. Caelynn never understood why they completed this ritual. Mora would only tell her it was for hope. But as each new moon passed, that hope would slowly fade. Finally, on Caelynn’s 10th birthday, Mora stopped taking her to the Ancient Oak Tree. No explanation or reason was given but Caelynn understood there would be no more nights of sitting and waiting, for the unspoken reason, with her mother. Time continued to pass, and Caelynn continued to visit the Ancient Oak Tree without her mother, never fully understanding why she continued to go.
One day, Caelynn was walking to visit the Ancient Oak Tree. A group of human boys started to follow her. This happened often, as she was the only half elf in the village. Her mother healed women in their village. Desperate women, in labor pains, would often arrive at their doorstep, pleading for help from Mora. The women would settle in after their arrival and would occasionally get glimpse of Caelynn. They would look at her with disgust and contempt. And then the screams of pain in giving life would start. Caelynn would leave the home because those screams were often too much for her to bear. Outside, she would be harassed by the children of the village due to her pointy ears and piercing blue eyes. Ironically, most of these children were given life due to the interventions from her mother but none of that mattered. They still did not like her.
On this warm, sunny spring day, she left her home to escape the theatrics of yet another woman pushing new life into the world. The village boys often would yell at her or throw stones, but they never followed her for this long before. Their sinister expressions filled her body with fear. They began screaming the terrible and horrible things they were about to do to her. Some of these things she did not understand. But she understood rape. Her body began to tense with fear and her legs began to run. They chased her. She ran as fast as her lungs would allow. Fear gripping every part of her body. She dodged branches and missed rocks that would cause her to stumble. They were closing in on her. The oldest boy was only an arm reach away. She pumped her legs even harder, unsure of where she was running but she knew she needed to get away from them. She let out a desperate scream, pleading for help, for anything or anyone to stop this madness. The boy grabbed her hair and pulled her down to the ground. She hit her head, on the ground, with a sudden and violent thud. The world began to spin, and she found herself disorientated.

A young Caelynn runs for her life through the forest, away from her attackers.

Caelynn knew she had to fight but did not know how. She began to flail her arms in a desperate but feeble attempt to ward these boys off. She kicked her legs several times, but they fought back and pinned her down. One boy punched her in the face. The sting from that blow sent shockwaves through her body. She no longer had fight left in her. She felt her body growing weak. They began to pull her dress up when a deep growl came from just beyond the trees. Every boy froze. Caelynn, already incapacitated, was dazed and could not identify this disembodied growl. It could not be worse than her current fate. In fact, she welcomed this, as death could be quicker and less painful than her innocence being ripped, unwillingly, away from her. The boys froze in fear as they all looked in the direction of this growl. A large white creature stepped from behind the trees. She could not quite identify what this creature was, but it stood over the boys, towering them by several feet. Instantly, the creature swung its large, sharp claw at the boy who was holding her legs down. The others scattered, running in fear. The same fear Caelynn felt moments ago. The boy, now lying on his side, with cuts on his face, felt blood pouring down onto his neck and chest, moaned and let out little whimpers. Ignorning this, the creature gently picked Caelynn up, carrying her to a place of safety and protection.
This creature carried Caelynn for what seemed an eternity. All the while, she felt no fear toward this creature as she believed she should have. She had not looked at it yet, but knew she was safe. The creature laid her down next to a brook. He stood guard as she fell asleep.
Caelynn woke up with a sudden jerk. She looked around but her eyes still cast a blur from the strike she received. A creature sat roughly 10 feet away from her, looking over as her body lurched up. She rubbed her eyes to make out any semblance of this form, to find any defining features. It remained silent. Finally, when the haziness wore off, she saw it, or rather him. Fear spiked inside her body again, as she has never seen a Dragonborn in real life. She has only seen them in books and heard stories of them. He remained still. He never encountered such a small and helpless creature before. For a few tense moments, they stared at each other, unsure of what was coming next.
The dragonborn cleared his throat, “My name is Svartur”. Her piercing blue eyes stared directly into his being. Her intense and affixed gaze pierced his armor. It was not a matter of intimidation. He did not quite understand what he felt. A sense of uncertainty overcame him. He was unsure of what to say next. She sat up and smoothed out the hem of her dress, “My name is Caelynn”. They continued to stare for some time. “Thank you”, she whispered, as she broke the tense silence. He nodded in response. She continued, “I must say, I’ve never met a dragonborn before”. He sat silently, turning his Warhammer back and forth between his claws. Many thoughts flooded his mind as he was in a land unfamiliar to him with humans that seemed to find enjoyment in hurting one another. He didn’t quite know what Caelynn was. She appeared human but also appeared to be elf. He asked, “Why were those boys chasing you?”. Tears began to well in Caelynn’s eyes, making them appear much bluer than before. She looked to the ground, “I don’t know but they take enjoyment in hurting me”, she whispered. Svartur began to feel anger growing inside of him. There was something else too, a feeling he didn’t know. He didn’t understand this sense of, was it pity? Or sadness? He wanted to comfort her, in this raw moment of vulnerability. He shook his scales to flush away this feeling. It was uncomfortable, and a Slimgur Kappi should never feel this way.
“Um, where is your home?”, he asked. She looked at him with a sense of wonder. “Down the path, past the wood line”, she responded. He stood up slowly, so as not to startle her. He stretched out his claw for her to take hold. “Why don’t I walk with you home? I don’t trust those boys won’t be back.” She nodded in agreement and reached for his claw. She was surprised at how gentle his touch was as he slowly and delicately wrapped his talons around her tiny hand. He pulled her off the ground and they walked silently for quite a while.
When they reached the edge of the village, some of the people stopped and stared in fear. Most of the villagers never saw a dragonborn and the sight of Svartur terrified them. A strong sense of unwelcome overcame him. He wasn’t there to hurt anyone, but he also understood what humans were capable of when they feared. He looked at Caelynn, and she could see the discomfort on his face. She smiled, “We’re almost there”. Many of the villagers froze in fear, some whispered to each other. Some of the villagers looked at Svartur with the same look of disgust they looked at Caelynn with.

Svartur Skjaldengill

When Caelynn and Svartur arrived, he could smell roasted meat. He realized he had not eaten in well over a day. He began to salivate, causing a little drool to come from his jowls. Caelynn looked at him and began to giggle. Confused, Svartur began to ask her what she found so funny, but the door to the cottage violently swung open. Mora yelled frantically. It was a yell of relief a mother feels when she sees her child after excessive worry. She ran to Caelynn and took her into her arms. “I’m glad you’re safe! Some of the villagers said they saw boys chasing you into the woods and came running back, screaming. They found Grigor in the….”, Mora suddenly stopped speaking. She stared up at a white Dragonborn and he towered over both women. Mora didn’t show fear but rather surprise. “You’re a Slimgur Kappi dragonborn”, she said. Svartur, surprised, nodded. “Why are you so far south?”, Mora asked. Before Svartur could answer, Caelynn said to her mother, “He saved me. They were going to hurt me, and he saved me”. Mora, stunned, looked over to Svartur, “How unusual”.
Mora invited Svartur in. The roasting meat overwhelmed his senses. His hunger began to rage inside of him. Mora stared at Svartur, never breaking her eyes away from him. This made him uncomfortable, and he shifted in his seat. “Where are you headed to?”, Mora asked. Unsure of the answer himself, he said “I don’t really know. I traveled with my father, but he left me behind.” Mora saw the sadness in Svartur’s eyes. She understood what happened. She never lived around the Slimgur Kappi, and they were a very rare right in Wrothmir. But she knew there was something different about Svartur. In fact, he was too different to be a part of their clan for no Slimgur Kappi would abandon their youth without cause. Mora warmly smiled at Svartur as she understood the pain of being different than others. “Why don’t you stay with us until you figure out what to do?”, Mora asked. Svartur looked at Mora, confused. He looked over to Caelynn and she smiled at him with a big toothy grin, nodding her head. “Are you sure? I believe your clan won’t want me here”, he asked. This caused Mora to erupt into laughter, “They aren’t my clan. We don’t have a clan. And if they don’t like it, they can find someone else to birth their children”. Caelynn sat up higher in her seat, “And none of the boys will bother me with you around!”. Svartur nodded. A home? Finally, could he find a home? Is it possible?
Night came, Svartur curled his body on the floor, next to the fire. Mora cleaned the spare room from delivering a new life earlier in the day. Svartur felt more comfortable next to fire, giving him a sense of his home. Last images of his father crept in his mind, preventing him from drifting off to sleep. He was confused why he left him. He was confused why he didn’t want him. In frustration, Svartur sighed as he stood up. He walked outside to find a bench sitting along the path, in front of the Mora and Caelynn’s home. He sat down slowly, listening to the bench creak under his weight. He shifted slowly, as to not break the boards. He sat and stared at the clear night sky. He watched the stars dance, unknowing of the world below. He couldn’t shake this feeling that has been haunting all day, a feeling he has only recently begun to become acquainted with.

The home of Caelynn and Svartur

He heard the thud of the front door close. Mora walked gingerly over to him and placed her hand on his shoulder. He looked up to her and she smiled. Her smile was warm, as if he’s known that smile his entire life. This may not be the clan he was born into, but this is the clan he belonged to. “It takes time. I’m not stranger to loss. The loss will never go away but it will become less of a burden”, she said. He stared off into the darkness of the night. He’s never felt this sense of compassion before. It felt like weakness to him. That weakness also felt familiar. “I never did thank you for what you did for Caelynn today”, Mora said. Svartur nodded. Mora comforted, “Come back inside whenever you’re ready, we’ll be here waiting for you”. “What if I’m never ready?”, Svartur stammered. “Just give it time”, she said with a smile. She turned and walked away. He stayed for some time, alone with his thoughts.
The years went by. Svartur and Caelynn grew closer. Svartur taught Caelynn how to fight. Caelynn taught Svartur the art of play and creating. At first, he didn’t understand the purpose of play or games. He felt they were a waste of time and created weakness. He learned to love his games with Caelynn, as they created an unbreakable bond between the two. They developed their own language, their own jokes, and their own rules. He protected Caelynn when he could but she was becoming a tough contender in her own right. Many of the boys avoided her, mostly because of Svartur. Many of the girls left her alone because of her. She still never made friends outside of Svartur but he was all she needed. Her and Mora was all he ever needed and they could live like this, forever, happily. Until it was time for Caelynn to leave home.
Mora wanted Caelynn to study at The Dûnadaïn Conservatory as a cleric. It was the rite of passage for her daughter. She wanted Caelynn to achieve great things, rather than to be sent off as a burden. Svartur didn’t want Caelynn to leave but understood it was necessary. She was capable of these great things and maybe one day, he could be by her side, as her companion, to do great things together. He would continue to train everyday until her return. He found himself responsible to care for Mora, as age began to creep onto her. Humans didn’t live as long as dragonborns. Mora cared for him when he was young, it was now his turn to care for her and he took that responsibility happily and willingly.

Caelynn spent the first year at The Dûnadaïn Conservatory as successfully as her mother had. She excelled in her studies as she was a natural born cleric with abilities that were far beyond her years. Here, others accepted Caelynn. They didn’t exchange glances when she walked by or whisper below their breath about their disgust toward her. They welcomed her. They wanted to know her.
Her last night of her first year, she went to the local tavern with classmates to celebrate the end of the school year. They laughed, danced, and drank ale. A Celtic song from a distant land began to play and Caelynn began to dance. She thought of no one else in the room but just listened to the rhythm of the drums and pipes. She found herself spinning, kicking, and clapping, as she had never done before. This was true happiness. Letting go and taking in this very moment elated her. The cruel world she had long known, no longer existed. Only this very moment. Joy. Excitement. Peace. The song came to an end and she laughed with her friends. She turned toward the bar keep when she noticed him, staring at her. This was not the same stare as the boys in her village. This stare was something else. She couldn’t quite place it. He looked at her as if he, thought she was beautiful? She glanced quickly down to the floor, “No, that’s not it”, she mumbled to herself. No one had ever looked at her as if she were beautiful. She looked back at this man and he was still looking at her. He smiled. No man has ever smiled at her before. Unsure of what to do next, she looked nervously around the room. He got up from his stool and walked over toward her. He was handsome. His brown hair was tussled casually onhia head and she could see his strong jaw under his short beard. His eyes were the most vibrant green she had ever seen. They looked as the first ferns peaking through the late spring snow. The closer he got, she noticed he was human. He was arm distance away from her, both locked their eyes together, not saying a word. Her breath was ripped out from her body. Her heart began to race. This was not fear, she knew what fear felt like. This was something else. It felt like butterflies were dancing in her stomach.
Cian Greycastle
“I’m Cian”, he said. He smiled, but not a full smile most humans do. This was a half smile, with only the right side of his lips crowning upward. She knew, in that moment, that look would be her weakness.
After they introduced themselves, they found a table in the corner of the inn and talked. They continued to talk, even as the music had died down and the band was no longer playing. They continued to talk even as the other patrons began to thin out and go home for the night. They continued to talk, even as the bar keep was cleaning and shot them annoyed looks. Once they were told to leave because the tavern was closing, they continued to talk until they arrived at her dormitory. She never met a person that captivated her the way he did. They agreed to see each other again. She hoped he meant it. And he did. They would see each other again, until the very end.
Cian and Caelynn spent the rest of their time together at The Dûnadaïn Conservatory. They became lovers. He was finishing his studies as a duel weapon fighter, she was finishing her studies as a cleric. Ellelon became a distant memory to her. She was bewitched by him. He was enchanted by her. Time did not exist in their world. They would muddle through the day until they could reunite again. Everything else seemed meaningless without each other. The world only made sense when they were together. When their second year came to a close, Cian asked her to come back to his homeland. He planned to wed her and start their lives together. As long as they were together, nothing else mattered. She agreed as this was her future. She knew it. There was no other alternative for her in this world, other than Cian. The last several weeks before the completion of their studies, Caelynn discovered she was pregnant. Cian was enraptured by the idea of becoming a father. The life that grew inside her meant more than life itself. His love for her grew. He would protect both of them, at any cost, even at a cost of his own life. She finally found a place she belonged. She found true and absolute acceptance. And their child will never know rejection, like she endured growing up. Their child will have a father, an empty space that never belonged to anyone in her life. She would often ask her mother about her father. Mora never discussed it. She would only grow sad and her eyes became less vibrant. Eventually, Caelynn stopped asking her mother as she felt guilty for inflicting that pain. Her child will never know the emptiness of a father’s absence or the pain in a mother’s eyes.
Their journey would be a fortnight. Cian lived much further north than she did. Caelynn would see Mora and Svartur on their way, hoping they would approve of Cian. She worried she would hurt them both, but she was starting a family of her own. Surely they would understand. She thought of these things while they rode away from school, and into distant lands. The first day of riding was long and Caelynn was growing sore from her horse. She began to grow tired and hungry. They agreed to stop at the next inn, to spend the night and rest for the next day. They arrived at The Ambling Oak Inn, outside of Bryn, and boarded their horses.
Cian and Caelynn were inside for some time when she noticed a man staring at her from across the room. Rather, not a man but an elf. His hair was the color of bright silver and his blue eyes pierced her. In fact, his eyes looked much like her own. He looked upon her with curiosity and an underlying sense of nervousness. This man confused her, and yet he seemed so familiar. She began to ask herself where she might know him from. She never met an elf that looked like him before, at least none that she can recall. They continued to look to each other for some time when a disturbance broke out. Both Cian and Caelynn turned quickly to see what was transpiring. Several men began fighting and breaking tables and glass as their melee ensued. She looked back to the elf, yet he was gone. She stood up to look for him, and he was no where to be found. She became so distracted, looking for this mysterious creature, she did not notice Cian getting stuck in the middle of the melee. His yell broke her attention and she looked over to him. He was fighting several men. He fought like a true warrior. He was quick and ruthless. He seemed as if he knew what they were going to do before they knew. He was able to evade, attack, and defend without any difficulty. Then…….
His eyes widened. He looked for Caelynn. She screamed. He fell to his knees and she saw the knife coming from his side. The amount of blood that gushed from the wound meant he had little time. She ran over to him and gently guided him to the floor. Most people stood around, shocked and unsure of what to do. The man that stabbed Cian was overpowered by other men and dragged outside. Caelynn looked at Cian’s eyes. They were beginning to gloss over. He was staring at something beyond her, beyond the realm of this world and into the realm of another. She is a cleric and she knew she had little time to bring him from the brink of death. This is her duty to heal. She can bring him back. If she brings him back, the baby inside her dies. It takes too much life force and energy to heal and sustain a life inside her. She had to choose. Follow in the path of Adriel and save Cian’s life or allow him to die and allow his child to be born. She placed her hands on the wound and began to pray. She channeled her energy to heal his wound. Since he was so close to death, this took an insurmountable amount of her energy. She gave him everything she had inside of her. She began to scream to push out the last of the energy she had. The bleeding stopped. His eyes became clear again. Everything for her went dark.

The goddess of healing, Adriel

When she woke up, she was in a bed. Not her own bed, a strange bed. Cian was sitting in a chair, sleeping. He survived. She did it. She ran her fingers down to her stomach because she felt a void. She touched her womb and felt nothing. No life. No stirring. Emptiness. When she lifted the blanket, she saw blood on her dress from in between her legs. She began to cry, stirring Cian awake. She cried harder and her entire body shook. She couldn’t breathe and her throat began to hurt. She was screaming in between her gasps for breath. Cian rose up and sat next to her. He took her into his arms and held her. He slowly rocked her until she calmed. She fell asleep on his chest. The next morning, they mounted their horses. Cian hadn’t looked at her all day. He only spoke to her in short words and those words seemed bitter and stung her. This was only followed after long periods of silence. They continued to ride for hours, saying very little between each other. She finally broke the silence, “Why has your heart changed toward me?”. He stopped his horse and turned to her. His eyes were red as the tears welled around them. “You should have let me die. You should have let our child live”, he hissed. Shocked by his tone, hurt by his words, she sat frozen on her horse. He’s never spoken to her in such a tone. Nothing has cut her as deeply as his words.
They continued to ride for the rest of the day. Cian found a humble, unassuming inn northward on the road to Lothlonde for the both of them to spend the night. He refused to touch her. He didn’t speak to her. His anger toward her grew and burned with fire. He went straight to their room, not speaking a kind or foul word to her.
After some time, she listened to his breath slowly rise and fall. She sat still, not to stir him because she knew what she had to do. His anger would eventually turn to hatred for her. This broke her. She loved him so much that she didn’t want his heart to become hardened. She wrote him a letter, explaining herself. Professing her love. She sat the letter on the pillow next to him. She took one last look at him as he slept. She never met a man so perfect. And now she needed to walk away.
She mounted her horse and headed in the only direction she knew to go. Home. She wanted to be comforted. She wanted Mora and Svartur.
When she arrived to Mora’s home, she saw smoke coming from the chimney. Mora was an early riser and would already be making bread for the day. She slowly rode up the path to her home. She didn’t know if she wanted to tell them what transpired in the last few days. The love she had, the love she carried, and the loves she lost. She was broken. She needed to heal but she needed it in her own way. She began to despise Adriel. How could she give her a gift, just to take away the most important things in her life? How could this God cruelly punish those who faithfully serve him? Did she intend for her to live a life of misery and suffering, all the while healing those around her? Was it for her to take the pain of the world on her shoulders? What kind of God would do that?
She arrived to her home, dismounted her horse and took a deep breath. She might wait some time to tell them. Right now, she wanted sleep. She was exhausted. And she wanted to be comforted by her mother and her brother. She opened the door and saw Mora standing by the hearth. Mora turned and saw Caelynn. Her face lit like the winter sun and she rushed over to Caelynn, wrapping her in her embrace. Svartur came out of his room and smiled. She finally came home. His world has been completed again.
Mora stopped hugging Caelynn and looked at her daughter with concern. “Something happened? I can feel it”, she said. Caelynn looked into her mother’s eyes. She felt emptiness. She was tired. “Your eyes have become dull. Please, what happened Caelynn?”, her mother pleaded. Svartur ran to her, concerned for his sister and companion. Caelynn shook her head, “I’m exhausted. It was quite a journey. I just need to rest”. She broke away from her mother and shuffled to her bedroom. It was as she left it. She walked over to her bed and collapsed. She slept for a day and half.
Mora looked at Svartur with concern, “I wonder what happened. She looks broken. I know that look”. Svartur promised her he would ask when she woke but right now, she needed to rest. Mora nodded in agreement. She never wanted her daughter to feel pain like she felt. She became overrun with guilt as most mothers would when they cannot help their children. That is the cruelty of life. Watching those you love suffer, enduring suffer, and knowing the only way to end the suffering is to allow time to pass.
When Caelynn arose, she shuffled to the table in the kitchen. Both Mora and Svartur stared at her, unwilling to be the first to break the silence. Mora moved over the bowl of bread she baked that morning to Caelynn. Caelynn stared at it with discontent. She didn’t look at either of them, just kept looking down at the table, hoping they would cease their stares toward her. Suddenly, a black raven arrived at the window. It shocked everyone, as a raven hasn’t been to their home in quite some time. Mora stood up, breaking off a piece of bread, and cautiously walked to the window. She opened it and took the scroll from the raven’s beak. She gave him the bread for payment, and he flew away. The scroll was held together with black ribbon. Mora slowly opened the scroll and read the contents silently to herself. Her eyes changed from worry to sadness. She gripped the scroll tightly in her fist and walked over to her chair and sat down.

A black raven with an ominous letter

Caelynn and Svartur patiently waited for Mora to speak. She looked at her children, with profound concern and anguish in her eyes. She reopened the scroll and began to read it to her children. Her voice cracked, “A plea for the people of Wrothmir. Send all available help.”. Svartur responded, “Is the rest of the kingdom doing nothing?”. Mora looked to her son, “It does not say”. Svartur stood up and stated, “I will not sit here and allow cowards to continue to hide in their homes. I will go.” Caelynn stood in solidarity with her brother, “I will go with you”. Mora pleaded with her children to reconsider but knowing it was a futile attempt. They went off to their bedrooms to gather their belongings as they would leave within the hour.
As much as this pained Mora, she knew they both needed to go. This was their calling. The Gods were calling them for a greater purpose. She trusted the Gods and their plan. She had to, there as no other option. She gathered herself while she watched her children prepare to leave…..

Personality Characteristics

Likes & Dislikes

LIKES: Animals, family, dancing, art
DISLIKES:  The suffering and hurt of others, any variety of insect

Virtues & Personality perks

A deep general sense of love and care, highly intelligent, independent, sense of humor

Vices & Personality flaws

Impatience, slightly aloof, ocassional moments of pessimism, a complicated persona, stubborn

Personality Quirks

When she becomes irritated, her pointed ears flare and twitch

Social

Religious Views

Once held an undeniable devotion to Adriel, but is currently going through a crisis of faith. 

Hobbies & Pets

Her recently-acquired snow-wolf, named "Woof Woof", art (in many different mediums), walking, delving in the supernatural and all manner of things spooky
Favorite holidays: Lover's Lament, Fyre Festival, All Moon's Eve

Current Status

On a quest to Wrothmïr, answering a call to aid

Current Location

Wrothmïr

Date of Birth

18 Duré

Year of Birth

2264 AD 28 Years old

Birthplace

Ellelon

Current Residence

On the move currently but still holds permanent residence in Ellelon with her mother and brother.

Gender

Female

Presentation

Decidedly feminine but not overly glamorous or gaudy, not afraid of her half-elf heritage. Will not make attempts to conceal her ears like some of her heritage.

Hair

Jet black with white highlights

Height

5'5"

Weight

115 lbs.

Belief/Deity

Adriel